PUB OF THE MONTH

My dad used to love the Aussie language. He’d worked in forestry camps north of Melbourne, gone off with the 6th Div to the war, got captured and then spent 3 years as a POW in Germany in Pub of the month.

These times, and the subsequent years doing honest toil with work mates who became real mates instilled in him a love of our vocabulary, the sayings and the vernacular of his home.